If you turn your back to me, eventually I will also turn my back to you.
I will curl forward and hug myself, exposing my spine even as I know it makes me vulnerable.
But you’ve seen me vulnerable before, and never caused harm. Until now. And it hurts all the more for not being deliberate. For being thoughtless. Why did you not realise I was worthy of being thought about?
I feel the deep gashes that being discarded, thrown away, and used have caused. They’re not a pleasant pain – they hurt all the way through my rib cage to the other side.
So I show you my back, as you have shown me yours. And others will stroke it and pet it and smooth my skin, giving me the love and affection I deserve.
I am strong enough to stand alone, but I don’t have to, and I don’t want to. Still, you no longer stand with me. So I show you my back.
The first picture was taken by Apollo; the second by Demeter. And they express what I want to show very well indeed.